This is the Last Time

I’m tired of writing about you,
And thinking about all the what ifs,
Perhaps in another life,
Or sometime maybe in the future,
We will find the time to connect,
I’m tired of letting go,
I’m tired of waiting to hear back,  
Because now you’re gone,
And I just want to move on,  
To see the world through a different lens,
And perhaps one day I’ll find love again,
Even though I’m scared,
And frightened to believe,
Someone out there is meant for me,
My fingers won’t type,
My mind won’t rhythm for you,
I’m not going to write about you,
This is the last time,
The final poem,
Where I say,
I will always love you.